❄ The picture is of Saraphine (silhouette) . ❄

Just by a touch...you know you've found the one.

❄Jack's P.O.V ❄

My hands gliding along her beautiful clothed body as she laid next to me. Her hands sending a chill through my body as they laid on my chest.

"Jack," she whispered before she slammed her lips against mine. Moaning as she acquainted my mouth with her intoxicating taste. Grabbing a fistful of her platinum blonde hair as I pulled on it lightly, her sapphire eyes sending chills up my spine.

Who is this girl? And why can't I get enough of her?

My heart was pounding in my ears as she ran her hands through my hair. Growling as I bit her bottom lip lightly making her give out a sigh. Flipping us over, I placed her on her back as I hovered over her body. Her nails running down my back seductively as I continued to kiss her pale pink lips. Pulling away I looked down at her with lust filled eyes and it was at this moment...I had saw the unexpected.

Her blue eyes began to change into a vibrant red, her platinum blonde hair slowly darken into a raven black. It was at this moment...I finally realized who this girl was.

"Elsa?" I spoke her name astonished.

She turned her head away from me as she wore a face of shame. Her blood red eyes about to cry as she tried to hide her beauty from me. Grabbing her face in one of my hands I made her look at me, tilting her chin up as my thumb slowly stroked her sweet lips. Her lips parting from my touch as she looked up at me with shocked red eyes, the lust in my eyes...did not waver.

"Don't hide from me..." I paused, grazing my lips slowly against her's as she clawed the bed tightly. Her breath becoming the same heaviness as mine.

"...my beautiful darkened snowflake."

I finished and I captured her lips in seconds. Her intoxicating taste made my heart skip beats as her needy touched send chills and fire in my body. My hands grabbing at her possessively as if my life depends on it. I needed her...I wanted her...I...I...

I loved her.

I loved the girl named Elsa.

Right?

Shooting up out of bed, I looked around the room frantically. My eyes searching for her, but to my disappointment...it was only a dream and I had awoken from it. Placing my head in my hands I tried to calm down my rapid beating heart. My body feeling hot and...excited from my recent dream. The only noise in my room was the sound of my heavy breathing as the dream replayed in my head.

"Elsa," I whispered. Her name tasting sweet against my tongue.

Why? Why did I have a dream about you? Who are you? What do these chills mean? And...why does my heart beat so fast when I say your name?

After a minute of questioning...I soon found myself crying uncontrollably. I don't know why I was crying, I just was as a series of sobs and gasps escape my lips. Wiping at the tears furiously as I tried to pull myself together. Running my shakey hands through my hair, my heart feeling cold and empty. I clawed at the bed sheets constantly trying to savage my heart, but it was breaking rapidly... for a reason I don't understand.

Why was I crying? Why...why do I feel so...guilty?

Despite the unknown reason, I continued to cry, I continued to sob, to gag. Feeling my inner walls slowly breaking as they followed my shattered heart. My soul imploded on it's self as I crumbled every hour, every minute, every second. All I could think of was how much I wanted to see Elsa and how glad I was that Tooth wasn't here. I cried until dawn, when my walls slowly began to rebuild themselves again. But no matter how much they rebuild there was always this sense of emptiness, a black pit where my heart should be. It was then I knew...

I must see Elsa again.

❄ Elsa's P.O.V ❄

"You feel them too, don't you?" His words echoed in my head as his voice made me shudder.

"You feel the chills."

"I-I..."

"Look at me Elsa."

I shuddered once he said my name, his blue eyes flashing back in my mind like his name. Jack...the boy who tried to kill big brother, the boy who gave me chills. My recent encounter with Jack Frost must have pinged something in my mind because...

I can't stop thinking about him.

He's in my dreams, in my imaginations, he's there day and night and I don't know why. I don't know how or when or why this boy has invaded into my mind. I don't know why Jack Frost has stuck with me since I saw him, his white hair and blue eyes making me melt instantly. His voice making me shudder with delight as the feel of his arms burns around me. I don't understand why my mind keeps bringing up this boy, but I have to admit, I kind of like it.

And it's because of this fact...I can't allow him to be in my mind. I've only met him once, I can't go goo goo eyes over some stranger and he tried to kill big brother! And besides he probably already has a girlfriend...wait...why did I say that?!

Oh! Get a grip girl! Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!

Sighing and feeling somewhat defeated, I walked out of my room where I saw Pitch sitting on the couch. Holding a book in his hand that said the word "Angel" and that was when a question I had been meaning to ask popped back into my head.

"That Saraphine girl..."I spoke and he looked up from the book.

"You love her...don't you?" I asked with a gleam in my eye.

Pitch put the book done on the coffee table that was in front of him. He didn't answer my question, but his silence was answer enough. Smiling, I walked over to him, taking a seat right next to him on the couch.

"Why don't you tell her?"

He sighed, "we have...a very complicated past."

"It can't be that complicated."

He gave me a look, "it's pretty complicated."

"Tell me."

"Elsa..."He groaned.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I cuddled up to him. Placing the left side of my head on his chest as I felt the rising of his breath. He slowly wrapped his arms around me, one of his large hands stroked my hair gently.

"Tell me the story about the Nighmare and his Little Birdie."

"How did you-"

"Tell."

Giving into his defeat he said...

"Lightning."

And his story began.

❄ Pitch's P.O.V, His Past ❄

Lightning.

I say this because it reminds me of her. Whenever we touched there was always this surge of power, an unexplained force that flashed between us...so we classified this as lightning. It was because of this force...that I knew she was the one. Unfortunately...

I wished I had listened to my heart more.

After Manny had made me into a guardian, he took me to meet the council. They told me that I would stay in the dorms that belonged here in the main building. I would train each day until I could control my power completely, then I would go out into the world and carry out the deeds as the King of Nightmares. After the meeting Manny escorted me to my room, where I would live until I have controlled this power, but as I left the council room. I could feel the council members' eyes upon me and they...were filled with fear. At the time I didn't understand why, so I shrugged off the feeling of their uneasiness.

After a few days of training I found that my powers were beginning to come under control. Hitting moving targets, fighting the "shadows", which were the names of the black forms that were programmed to fight us in hand to hand combat. Each day I would train and I came more in control, stronger even and each day I would meet someone new. The first day of training...I met a boy named Neptune, then I met a fairy named tooth, soon after I met a large bunny with an Australian accent. They were already there when I met them, chosen a year before me and slowly...they all left. Conquering their powers as they left for the open world, leaving me in the training room all alone.

On the 10th day...the training door had opened to a new face. Stopping my target practice...I turned my eyes to the door and my breath was taken away. She walked into the room timid and shy, wearing a white tank top and black skin tight jeans. Her short red hair barely brushing against her bare shoulders as she averted her vibrant purple eyes from the floor to me then back to the floor again. Trying to avoid all eye contact she walked over to the shadow station, standing on the starter pad as she waited for the fighting platform to set. The shadows appeared and she ran onto the platform her power riled up. I watched her as she began to fight the shadows, hitting them left and right. She had immense power, but without control she's nothing more than a sitting duck. Making a wrong move she was kneed in the stomach, then was kicked in the head. She flopped on the floor, rolled up into a ball as she held her stomach in pain. Sighing, I stopped the simulator walking onto the platform as I stood before her.

"I would try shooting targets before you take on an opponent." I spoke nicely.

"No shit," she groaned.

Chuckling I held out my hand to her, "here, let me help you up."

"Thanks," she spoke as she took my hand and that...was when the lightning became known. Looking at her with a surprised look I saw her purple eyes flash brilliantly and that was when I knew...she felt it too. Pulling her up I fought the strange urge to pull her into my arms, setting her up before me as she regained her footing.

"You going to be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. What's your name?" She asked.

"Pitch Black, the King of Nightmares. Your's?"

"Saraphine Gate, "supposedly" the Angel of Life and Death."

"Supposedly? Why say that?"

"Well..."

Pausing she turned her back to me, moving her short hair from her back as she made it clear to me. Moving her shoulder blades, I watched as two small wings sprouted from her back. The wings were about the length of half of one of my arms, wings that were useless for flight. Her right wing was pure as the light while her left wing was as tainted as the dark. Reaching out, I glided my fingers slowly against her left wing, the dark feathers unbelievably soft to the touch. She flinched once my hand came in contact of her wing.

"Does that hurt?" I asked concerned, not removing my hand.

"N-no, it just feels...um...well..." she spoke nervously.

"Are you blushing?" I smirked.

"N......no," she said, trying to be assertive.

"Oh, I think you are." I glided my fingers against her wing again. A small whimper escaping her lips as her cheeks turned a deep red.

"See, you look adorable when you blush." I whispered in her ear.

Growling, she hid her wings back into her back. Making them vanish as she turned to me, crossing her arms as her blushing face looked off to the side.

"Nightmare," she growled.

Chuckling, I grabbed her chin. Making her look into my eyes as her cheeks became bright red cherrys. Her vibrant purple eyes making me sigh as her beauty took my breath away. Another shock of lightning shooting through us as we came in contact once more.

"Little Birdie," I whispered.

And that was how our friendship began.

❄

Saraphine...was 20 years old when she died, the same age as me. She died the same year as me, only two weeks after my own death. We were sitting under her favorite tree, a cherry blossom, when she told me the story of her death. Without saying a word...I could already see the tears beginning to stain her face.

"You don't have to tell me," I cooed.

"No, you told me your's. It's only right if I told you mine."

"Alright but..." I paused as I pulled her into my arms. Wrapping my arms from behind her as her right shoulder laid against the left side of my chest. Kissing her cheek as she cuddle into me, my arms wrapping around her tightly.

"...if you can't take it, stop."

"Pitch-"

I tighten my arms around her, "promise me."

"I...I promise."

"Good."

She closed her eyes and said, "it was late and I was coming home from work one night."

❄ Saraphine's P.O.V of her Death ❄

Walking up to my house in the village...I could already hear the screams. My heart dropped to the floor as I rushed to the door. My hand practically ripping off the handle as I lurched the door open. I had entered a gruesome scene.

My 12 year old sister sprawled on the floor as she shield her head in her arms. My drunken father bearing over her as he held a bottle in his hands. The smell of blood and alcohol hitting my nose in a vile odor. Slowly bringing the bottle above his head, I soon realized...that my drunk father was going to beat my little sister to death.

"NO!" I screamed, coming between my sister and my father. The glass bottle breaking against my head. I could already feel the red blood soak into my brown hair, my little sister looking up me in fear.

"S-Saraphine?" She quivered. I smiled, my blood beginning to trail down the left side of my face.

"You're...alright, you're alright Delilah, you're alright." I spoke relieved.

Her tears began to form, "Sara...Saraphine!" She gagged, wrapping her long slim arms around my neck. Holding me tightly as her tears stained her beautiful face, her emerald green eyes turning grey.

"What did I tell you about interfering Saraphine," my father spoke sternly. Grabbing me by the shoulder as he pride me from Delilah's arms.

"SARAPHINE!" Delilah screamed as father threw me against a wall. Groaning as I my back slammed against the wall. My father pinning me there as he stood before me in rage.

"I told you not to get in the way! Did I not!?" He roared as his fist came in contact with my face. Snapping my head to the right.

Spitting out blood, I said, "y-yes."

"Then why did you!?" He punched me again, this time snapping my head to the left. Spitting up more blood, I took in a deep breath. Picking my head up as my purple eyes stared into his.

"Why are you drunk again? You promised me you would stop drinking dad?" I asked softly.

He growled, "answer the question!"

"Are you drunk because you're missing mom again?"

My father had stiffened as his body tensed.

"Is that why you are beating Delilah? I know you blame her for her death. If Delilah wasn't born mother would still be alive, right? But I know that's not who you really hate. Delilah looks like you, while I...am the spitting image of my mother. You hate me because I'm a constant reminder of mother, the painful reminder of who she was and that she's dead."

Grabbing my throat in his hands, he hissed. His breath of alcohol making my nose scrunch. "Shut up!"

Closing my eyes, I could already feel my eyes burn. The tears were going to surface, opening my eyes...I peered at my father once more.

"I can see it in your eyes, I can see that all you see is her when you look at me. But you know it's not her and that's what you hate the most. You hate that I look like her, you hate that I'm a constant reminder, and I can see it in your eyes that you want to kill me. To get rid of the shadow that haunts your sight."

He tightens his grip on my throat, "Shut! Up!" He screams.

"You hate me, but I don't hate you. In fact I forgive you, I love you because you're my family. So...if you're going to kill me...please don't hurt Delilah. I love you father and I don't-"

"SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP YOU BASTARD KID!"

His hands tighten around my throat, cutting off my air as I began to choke. My hands grabbing at his wrist as he held me tightly. Feeling my life begin to drain from my body.

"NO! SRARAPHINE! FATHER STOP! STOP IT!" Delilah screamed, her small fist hitting father in his back. Hits that were not effective in any way.

My father's hands tightened around my throat more as I gasped for air. My chokes becoming more frequent and louder as my life was draining faster.

"STOP DAD! STOP IT! SARAPHINE!" Delilah continued to scream.

My head became light headed as my sight began to darken, my heart beat beginning to slow down to a stop. Struggling as I scratched at my father's wrist, his grip not wavering, his eyes black as he watched the life fade from my eyes. I could hear nothing else except for the slow beats of my heart.

Babum

Ba...bum.

My eye sight fading into a black.

Ba......bum.

Ba...............

"SARAPHINE!"

My heart...had stop and I had faded into the darkness.

I was killed...by my own father.

❄

When I had awoke, I was outside. My clothes clean from any blood as the pain had fade away. I thought I was in heaven, but when I saw that my brown hair had became a vibrant red...I knew something wasn't the same. Standing up, I felt a surge of power shoot through me...power that felt so immense that it felt like it might explode out of me. A power that was pure...but at the same time tainted.

It was then I had noticed a man that shined like the moon stood before me.

Dressed all in blue, he stood before me with all his glory as the shine of the stars glittered within in him. Smiling, he looked upon me with pride...a look that a father would give to his child when they succeeded in the life.

"Am...am I dead?" I questioned him timidly.

"Yes...and no." He spoke calmly. The stars in his eyes burning brightly.

"Are...are you the Angel of Death?"

Chuckling, he shook his head. "No my dear, that's what you are."

I stiffened, "w-what?"

"You, Saraphine Gate have been chosen to be the Guardian of Life and Death. The Angel of Life and Death."

It was then...that Manny began to tell me about my new world.

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❄ Jordananime Here ❄ URGENT NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello all my beautiful Lovelies and here is another chapter of "A Snowflake becomes A Storm"! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. And don't worry in th next few chapters we will definitely be going deeper into the past of Pitch and Saraphine so for all my shippers...get ready to know the truth! Cause it's going to be a crying, heart warming, and somewhat sad moments. So I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you for all of your amazing support! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! THANK YOU!

So here are these chapter's questions/challenges! (Answer in the comments below)

In this chapter there is a reference from another Disney Movie! Find it and I'll mention the first five people who find it first. Tell me the reference and what movie it's from in the comments below! (Hint: it's either in Jack's or Elsa's P.O.V) HAVE FUN FINDING!

Will Jack and Elsa ever meet again? If yes then how?

What do you think happened between Pitch and Saraphine in the past?

How do you think Saraphine is going to get her wings?

Will you read my new book "Your Heart Will be Mine"? (I would really appreciate it)

Put your answers/theories/other question about me or the book in the comments below! And good luck with the challenge!

Also speaking of my new book "Your Heart Will be Mine" here's the summary:

"When Enemies become Allies, Lovers are formed"

When two unlikely people join forces it's more than just a wild ride. Detective Zero Toga and Notorious Thief Yukina Kuran are a very unlikely pairing, but when a common enemy is on the streets of New York the two work together to get their revenge. Detective Toga is the best and the youngest in his field, known for his skill of solving the most twisted crimes. Criminals fear him while his comrades envy him. Yukina is the most notorious thief in the world, she is most commonly known as the "Black Orchid" a symbol that her dead family was known for. She has stolen prized and the most expensive artifacts known to man, she has never been caught...until now that is. When these two individuals collide they are a force not to be reckoned with, but is there more to them that meet the eye? Secrets will be revealed as the past replays it's story of blood and lost. Two unlikely heroes will rise as they form a bond stronger than friendship.

The book is WAY BETTER than the summary! So please give it a shot, I would really appreciate. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH and...

I'll see you when the Next Storm Hits!